Nuggets of sugary goodness

I am at work. It's 8:30, and I'm craving mini vanilla cookies from the vending machine downstairs. I do have to admit, they are a huge weakness for me, especially on a Saturday night because I've treated myself to them time and time again. The problem? I'm at my calorie limit for the day. The other problem? A serving size is nine itty-bitty cookies (I think three servings in a bag) and the calories, not so itty-bitt, and I'm never able to just eat one serving of those cookies. Ever.

I've been good this week, I've exercised almost every day, way more than I scheduled for myself. I want to make the excuse so badly that I deserve this treat, that I should just go over my limit and deal with it. That this treat is necessary.

I'm such a liar.

If you look at the food I ate this week you'll see that, although I stayed within my calories I had plenty of treats. I think I had at least two times this week where I had part of a cinnamon roll. I know, empty calories, but I fit it into my calories. Although I know it wasn't great and it definitely brought my food fat count up, I could justify the treat because I cut something else out to put it in.

So I'm writing to dissuade myself. I'm distracting my mind for ten minutes and remember why I don't want those delectable evil vanilla cookie treats. Why don't I want them? I know they won't taste nearly as good as I want them to. I know that the watermelon I have at home tasted oh so melt-in-my-mouth good that I couldn't have wanted absolutely anything else at that minute. I know that I am at my calorie limit. I know that there is no way that I need those cookies. There is no needing and I'll just be disappointed. So, hopefully I'm done with the cookies.

I'll let you know tomorrow how my battle ended up.